I look back to my delivery driver.
“Your men hate you,” he says, smiling, showing me a mouth full of bloody teeth.
“What makes you say that?”
The asshole chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re easy to hate.”
“If you say so.” I lift my gun and shoot him right between the eyes. Blood and brains splatter everywhere painting the walls behind him in some sort of abstract artwork.
Romarc wasn’t this much of an issue years ago. He was tolerable but vindictive, but I never did trust him.
And now I know why.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sailor
He said those words.
Words I never thought he was capable of.
And he said them to me.
After everything that’s happened. And why on earth did I feel it everywhere when he said them? Like every part of me came alive at those three little words.
Then he left me standing there.
Lost.
Until Wren’s soft cry pulled me to move in her direction.
I spent all day in bed, barely watching television because his words wouldn’t stop repeating in my mind, over and over and over again.
Is he capable of love?
Does he understand how to love a woman?
I get it. He loves his mother and Wren, but they are different kinds of love. This is relationship love and with that brings in all kinds of feelings. The kind where our love will be different to what he’s used to.
The door bursts open and my heart rate picks up thinking it’s him. When I see Piper standing there, I deflate and it’s obvious it shows on my face.
“Why the look of disappointment?” she asks from the doorway, scanning the room and nodding toward the bathroom. “He isn’t in there, is he?”
I shake my head and she steps inside. Her eyes glance around the room again before she jumps on the bed, landing on her stomach, then picks up a fry from my dinner. “He never lets us in here.” Her eyes come back to me. “I mean, I’ve seen it from the doorway.” She points to the door and rolls over to her back.
“How did your night end?” I ask.
She gets up, checks on a sleeping Wren, then climbs into his spot under the covers and lays her head on my shoulder like we’re best friends. I haven’t had one of those for a long time. So this right now—it’s all weird to me.
“He fucked my pussy with his mouth before he fucked it even harder with his tongue,” she says in awe.
“TMI,” I say, laughing and shaking my head.
“I think I might see him again. I mean, if you find a man who can make you come… not once but twice with his mouth and cock, girl, you are on a winner.”
Dillan could never do that but Keir can.
“What’s that look for? I bet you’re dreaming about my dear cousin. He makes you come. I’ve heard many unwanted stories about him. He did fuck half my friends growing up.” She laughs and my face scrunches at her words. “Don’t pull a face, he only seems to have eyes for you now. Trust me, I know.”
“Get the fuck out of my bed.”
Both our heads whip around at the sound of Keir’s voice coming from the doorway. He’s no longer naked, which is a plus, because I’m sure his cousin would not appreciate seeing that.
“We’re bonding,” Piper whines.
“Yeah, well… where were you last night when Romarc came to her?”
“Romarc?” She sits up on the bed and looks to Keir, then to me. “He was there?” she asks. I nod and she shakes her head. “Last I saw him he was gushing at how he was going to fuck you out of your position.” She shakes her head. “Like that could ever happen.”
“Did you find him?” I ask Keir.
He shakes his head and steps into the bathroom. “You better be gone when I come out, Piper.”
“I know where he is,” Piper states, pulling herself up from the bed to stand and walks toward the door.
Keir spins and stomps over to her, getting right in her face. “You what?”
“I know where he is,” she says again.
“How the fuck would you know that?”
Piper rolls her eyes and leaves the room. “Wait there,” she calls out.
Keir turns back to me, noticing the food on the bed. “I see you had the day you planned.”
“I did.”
His stare is intimidating as it punctures right through me and he says nothing, just stares.
“How was your day?” I ask.
Keir turns away from me, facing the door, and rubs his chest. “Would have been better spent inside of you.”
Before I can respond, Piper walks back in, her cell in hand.
“You have got to be kidding me,” he states as he checks the app she has pulled up on her screen.
“Nope.” She smirks. “He is a dumb shit. I’ve been telling you this for… well, ever!”
Keir looks up at her with admiration. I see the smile—a real one—form on her face. It must be hard for her, being who she is in this family and given no credit. I glance at my daughter and wonder if she will have the same kind of life—being never good enough. No, that will not happen, because I will make sure she’s always good enough, no matter what.
“Anyway, I can take you there.”
I wait for his answer.
Keir doesn’t say anything at first, taking a moment to think, then he nods. “I’m showering and then we’re leaving. You need to get out,” he tells Piper, then turns to me. “I need you to shower with me.”
Piper doesn’t argue, which is surprising, as she leaves and shuts the door behind her. I make no move to follow his directive as he stalks his way to me. He pulls back the blankets, then looks over to Wren. “How long has she been asleep?”
“I just put her down.”
He reaches for me. “Good. I don’t have to worry about fucking you hard and fast then.”
I smirk up at him. “I think I’d like some hard and fast—”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he says, picking me up from the bed as I laugh at his words. I stop when I feel his stare on me. Always with the eyes. Luckily for him, those eyes make my stomach weak and my pussy flutter. Yes, that’s totally a real thing.
“I have legs,” I say.
“And I have a cock that wants inside of you. Your point?” He walks us into the shower, turning it on with one hand while holding me with the other. The water sprays over us and he has no care in the world that our clothes are getting soaked. I mean, he’s wearing no shirt, but I am still fully dressed.
He places me on my feet and begins with my wet shirt, removing it from me as I lift my arms. As soon as he discards it, his mouth moves forward and he pays special attention to my breasts, licking and sucking each one before he drops to his knees in front of me, pulling down my sleep shorts so they puddle at my feet. Keir moves his mouth in that direction, and I spread my legs willingly for him, because I know what that mouth can do, and the things it does for me are well worth their weight in gold.
His mouth is fucking gold.
He lifts one leg, places it over his shoulder, one hand gripping my ass, keeping me where he wants me as his mouth does everything in its power to make me come. His tongue glides down and slips into me before it moves back up, and soon, I’m riding his face, my hands buried in his hair, my hips moving up and down on his mouth, because once you hit that perfect rhythm, there is no stopping you—and he takes it by not quickening his pace, which always ruins it.